User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Gangs, Tribes And Clans Of Redwall/@comment-3135907-20110802213730

In the wide woods of Mossflower lies a small camp, in which Patcheye awakes, startled. The searat rubs his head and looks over at a mouse and a squirrel sitting by a fire. "So, Nashan, when do you think the rat'll wake up?" asks the squirrel of her companion.
 * "Oh, I don't know, but I didn't hit him too hard."
 * "Good. I don't want any slain vermin on our paws. Now, when we get to Redwall, we'll make a goodbeast out of this'n, ye have my word on that." The mouse grins and snickers. "What? Are you sayin' my word ain't good enough?"
 * "Er, no. Just that...We might need the rat's word too."
 * "Right..." The squirrel gives the mouse a playful clout.